Koo

March 7, 2015

Blank time trouble is on my mind,

Head room for two,

Counting soulders and taking koo,

On a feild with men who love thier Nation as much you,

In the country you exlimpafy for since your ancesters saw it's shore,

Since when has the American heart been so unpure ,

Socailly seperated and privacy's no moore,

Make's citizens unequel judged in the land of "free people" compatriats convinced of evil,

Proudly harassing their own scoffing one in their own home,

If ever a line it is gone,

Long ago it should have been drown,

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